Chapter 20- Exposed Secrets

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~~~(Eleanor's P.O.V)~~~

I hide behind a rubber raft, as I watch Harry look for me. I will not let him win the water gun war. I quickly screw the cap off of mine and reload. "Come out come out wherever you are.." He coos in a creepy voice. Kind of like that tone of voice from those 'Paranormal Activity' movies where the kid gets possessed and is going to kill the parents with a teddy bear or something that is kid object related. I shake my head and screw the cap back on, waiting to attack at any given moment.

"I'm going to find youuuuuuuuuuuuu" He says, emphasizing the 'you' part. Believe it or not, he's actually kind of beginning to scare me. I bite down on the inside of my cheeks, trying to hold in my giggle. I refuse to surrender to him and his plastic nerf gun.

My raft moves, and I move my body with it. Harry taunting, "oh where oh where could Eleanor be?"

Just then, I hear a car pull into the drive way. Not that there's anything wrong with that but it is kinda odd considering all the lads are home. Purple headlights beam on the exterior walls .. The only person i know that has purple head lights is my sister. She just had to pay $2,000 dollars more for a stupid head light color. But why would my sister be here? I shake my head and slowly start to swim away from the raft hoping Harry won't hear. Unfortunately I came out at the wrong time..

"I FOUND YOU!!" Harry screams as he shoots me with his pathetic water gun. "Shhhhh!!!" I put my fingers to my lips, but of course he is too busy hooting and hollering celebrating that he found me. I lose control of my senses as my hands latch onto his shoulders. He becomes silent as they then trail up his wet skin to his dripping curly brown hair. I tangle my fingers in the curls, and pull myself up onto him, straddling his waist with my legs. Our chests pressed together, both of us breathing heavily as I look into his gorgeous brown eyes, watching as they are look right back at me. My heart pounding so heavily, so painfully. Then, our lips meet. Crashing onto each other like the ocean waves in the background.

~~~(Louis' P.O.V)~~~

I wait intently at the front door, pacing back and fourth. Eleanor can NOT come in. I hope Harry continues to keep her entertained out there, but not too entertained. What am I saying? Eleanor would never cheat on me with Harry she's too innocent. However,if she found out I was cheating on her with her sister she would KILL me. Legitamentally kill me.

The door bell rings and I yank open the wooden door, coming face to face with Hannah. Her hands on her hips, purple corset over black skinny jeans and diamond studded stiletoes ... in my opinion she looks like a high class hooker.

"Aw.. You have your clothes on.."She whines as she welcomes herself into the flat, shutting the door with her arse. "But that's okay, we can get those off in no time." She winks as she starts to play with the hem of my shirt.

"We can't do-" I begin to state but she traps me between her and the door, removing any space between us as she presses her lips against mine. "Eleanor doesn't have to know." She whispers in my ear as she nibbles on my neck.

I put my hands on her waist, trying to pry her off, but she pushes herself into me harder probably thinking I was 'enjoying' being sexually assaulted. "Whats wrong baby? We've went much further than this before why are you acting like.."

"What is going on here!?" A broken female voice screeches as Hannah and I are caught in the act. Hannah immediately gets off of me, fixing her corset, her face red. I gulp, I can feel Hannah's lipstick all over me, the sticky violent substance that just became evidence. I look up into Eleanor's teary eyed face, trying to speak but I can't. How do you appologize for something like that, how do you not feel guilty.

"Eleanor I -" I begin to say as I walk towards her but she shakes her head and backs away. "Dont. Just leave me alone." She growls as she walks away, silently crying. What have I just done?

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